Just look at my face!
Any time Ms. C tries to give it to me, I let her know I don't like it. I try to run away, and when she doesn't let me, I growl. RrrrRRRrrrrr. I heard her talking sarcastically to Mr. R about how the vet assured her that "cats like to lick it off your fingers." Well, I knew immediately that I didn't want it, just like I don't care about so-called treats.
Now I am tired, and I have discovered the cat-condo:
I realize I may not have a chance against the adult deer. What do you think, could I get those fawns?